Oh, you thought the squirrels were the nightmare?

No, that was merely a side story.

The nightmare was the hole.

 

 

And the decades worth of bird nests concealed there in.

 

 

Appropriately masked, the husband approached.

 

 

Pulled a panel and…

 

 

How’s that for an action shot?

 

 

Man, you would not believe how much stuff he pulled out of there.

 

 

It was, in a word…. disgusting.

 

 

And landed everywhere.

 

 

If that isn’t enough to make the husband pay attention when I wave the honey do list in the future?

 

 

Nothing ever will be.

 

 

So now we had an empty hole.

 

 

A big empty hole with a badly installed spotlight fixture.

 

 

And a momma squirrel… who even though she found and moved her babies… still wanted back in.

 

 

So as the husband worked, and stomped my geraniums to such a pulp I had to temporarily relocate them…

 

 

Momma squirrel was watching.

 

 

Many frustrating hours later, just as I was willing to admit defeat and use this-

 

 

It was done.

 

 

Hole plugged.

 

 

And momma thwarted.